Dean's human. Cas is a deity. They're roommates, and then they're friends, and then maybe they're something else.
(In which Team Free Will gets a four-legged mascot.)
Sam drives her to a veterinarian’s office one day, in the stolen car he is now increasingly regarding as his, and she comes back sort of sulky and depressed from having been tricked into getting a series of vaccinations.
“I know the feeling,” Cas says, at floor level with her, while the puppy licks the underside of his wrist and makes sad eyes. “I was once immune to tetanus, but now I am forced to endure booster shots.” He looks over at Sam and Dean, and lowers his voice to a whisper. “They told me they were taking me to the zoo,” he says. He pets her ears. “You will learn to trust again.”
…of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. - John 6:39
"We like the eco-safe recycled fiber rug with the post-consumer textile pad," Castiel tells her. "In spring fields, I think."
"Just call it green," Dean mutters. Under his chin, in the BabyBjorn, Marie’s making tiny smacking noises with her mouth, drooling in her sleep and fussing a little, curling her hands into tiny fists against his chest. Dean jiggles her up and down a little bit with one knee and puts his lips against her hat; it’s not quite a kiss, it’s mostly so that he can feel the warmth of her tiny head through the knit cap, feel her solid and safe against him. When he looks up, the saleswoman is gone to get them an order form, and Castiel is staring at him like Dean just opened his mouth and actual stars came out. He looks sort of awed. "What?" Dean says, and shifts in his seat. "What’d I do?"
05 Nov 2013
Maybe it's the little girl whose disappearance turned into a murder, and whose murder turned into a cold case, and who has now apparently decided to move in with him. Maybe it's the unacceptable hole left in his life when his dumb best friend and partner in (the prevention of) crime decided to go and get himself killed. Maybe it's his brother, whose high-profile career and fantastic girlfriend and first-child-on-the-way are steadily leaving Dean in the dust. Pick one. Pick all of them. The why doesn't matter so much as the what, and the what is this: Dean is pretty sure he's going completely, certifiably insane. Sure, he hasn't started wearing all his clothes inside out, and he still showers on a regular basis (anyways, that's not crazy, just a little eccentric); but there's no getting around the fact that he just threw away his life, his career, and his reputation by dragging out his mom's old necromancy book and summoning a Class A Forbidden Entity to his attic. A cranky one, too. With horrendous bed-head.
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19 Nov 2018
Dean grew up thinking -- knowing -- he'd be an alpha.
Until he failed to present. As a beta, he has no mating cycle, no noticeable pheromones, none of the physical markers that are so important in a world of alphas and omegas. He's out of place. How is he supposed to navigate his relationships and find love when he doesn't fit into the neatly-defined boxes he's used to?
By the time he meets his new roommate, Castiel, he's more or less given up on finding a mate. He wears his secondary gender like a chip on his shoulder. But you never know what the future holds, who will come into your life, and how they might change it forever.....
Queer themes, finding identity, reconciling the past, and a whole lot of smut.
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08 Nov 2018